As I age I become more and more grateful for little things. For example, food tastes better. Things fascinate me with pleasure rather than analysis.

March 11, 2008, supper in Cusco, Peru: alpaca for me, chicken and potato soup for my daughter

March 11, 2008, supper in Cuzco, Peru: alpaca for me, chicken and potato soup for my daughter

Like tonight. We were in the city this afternoon and stayed for a luncheon. That changed our usual meal time and pattern.

So about 7:30pm I sat down to a meal of farmer’s sausage (from my brother-in-law’s farm), purple potatoes (from my garden), sweet onions (from the store) and an egg (from a different store). I topped it all off with dessert, a kiwi (from another different store).

Not gourmet. Not spectacular. Just satisfying and tasty and enjoyable.

The little things bless me.

Creator with a great big love can bless me with grand miracles that leave me speechless, and little things that someone else might even think silly.

I don’t.

More and more I am grateful for the little things.